twenty-four
Exhaling, she straightened and crossed her legs as she sat demurely. “Better?”
“Not really,” he grumbled, still looking at her thighs. “Now I know she’s there.”
“She’s always there,” she said. “And that’s what you get for denying me access to my Pavlov… When I ring the bell, he’s supposed to drool for me.”
“Oh, he’s drooling, Thirteen. Can you tell me what you meant about Friday? Please?”
They’d started this conversation, so she figured they might as well finish it. “I’ll come over on Friday night and I will try to stay.”
“Friday?” he asked, leaping to his feet, though she didn’t know why he was so excited.
Tempering his expectations, she raised a finger. “I said ‘try’, Oakley. I can’t promise you anything.”
“It’s enough,” he said, bowing forward to kiss her. “It’s good
